Oh! Breathe Not His Name
Oh! breathe not his name-let it sleep in the shade,
Where cold and unhonor'd his relics are laid!
Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed,
As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head!
But the night-dew that falls, tho' in silence it weeps.
Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps;
And the tear that we shed, tho' in secret it rolls,
Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.